There can't be too many secrets between allies;

[strategic_guile]

Date & Time: [Forward dated] January 9th; Some time during the day...
Location: Room 207
Characters: Closed to Elissa Cousland;
Summary: Blaine has a ton of questions, and interrogations are always better with food
Warnings: Blaine being himself.

Once her foray into the outlands was done, Blaine gave Elissa approximately one day to sleep, patch herself up or whatever else she needed to do before he invited her over. There were things to discuss. He shouldn't have delayed it for so long after she nominated him, but he was distracted by... someone, as he tended to be sometimes. Then she announced her trip and playing twenty questions with someone going out into the wilderness wasn't productive and he didn't want even the slightest chance of being a distraction by giving her too many things to think about. He was sure she was used to being out in the wild, and maybe he was just using that as an excuse to procrastinate himself. He was well aware that he wasn't going to be the only one asking questions, and he wasn't sure how much he was going to tell her. The blonde wasn't worried, but he was... cognizant of potential issues.

Blaine had just finished stir frying rice and vegetables when there was a knock at the door. He poured it into a bowl as he called out, "Come in!" because the odds were it was his guest. If not, his gun was tucked into the small of his back and ready.

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[ladyspitfire]

"The Archdemon..." Here, she paused, trying to find the right words. Unconsciously, she reached up for the scar on her back, fingers lingering on her shoulder. It looked like she was trying to rub her neck, though her gaze was distant, distracted. "The Old Gods call to those who will listen, creatures like the darkspawn. They call for freedom, or so they say. That, or the darkspawn can sense the power they hold and dig to find them. Once tainted, then the Archdemon controls them, giving them orders through thought. It's...like a song." A terrible one, hypnotic and beautiful. She still remembered what it felt like to be so close to one, to feel that song engulf her and nearly snuff out her life as its soul passed through her.

As for his question about the Wardens, she could only shake her head. "That's a secret for us to keep. It's not simply that we can kill gods but merely that we can keep a tainted god from respawning."

[strategic_guile]

"A song...?" and his voice trailed off. One of those creepy, compelling songs, he could only assume. It wasn't something that he had any experience with. He supposed if you avoided dying from the plague, then you got treated to a song that may drive you crazy. Fun times abound on Thedas.

There was a soft noise from him and he let his fingers twine together and rest on his stomach again. "Do you have a lot of gods laying around waiting to be tainted?"

[ladyspitfire]

"Yes, a song." Long before, the Magisters listened to the Old Gods and stormed the Golden City. When they became darkspawn, the call remained. Infused with the taint - or so she guessed - the call continued for them...and to all Grey Wardens. "It's connected to the taint, I imagine, for normal people don't hear the song." And they should be thankful for that. No nightmares, no songs, no compelling need to find a dragon.

She smiled faintly. "The Magisters worshiped seven Old Gods. Perhaps there are more...but those are the only ones with names who could still exist." Two more Blights. Maker willing, she would be dead before another happened.